The Sage Does Not Appear

Saints Unmanifested Lingbao Tianzun drifted through the chaos, knowing neither years nor months.

The Chaos Bead in his palm was scorching hot. Deep within its cracks, the last origin of the Great Desolation flickered uncertainly like embers about to die.

He found a relatively calm rift in the chaos and sat down cross-legged.

His ruined Dao body no longer had the strength to repair itself, but a thread of clarity still remained in his Dao Heart.

Lingbao Tianzun cupped his hands around empty air and placed the Chaos Bead before his chest.

He recited the true words of the Great Dao. Every syllable was as heavy as Stars, stripped from his remaining Dao Fruit, transforming into the purest power of creation and pouring into the Chaos Bead.

Inside the bead, it was not dead silence.

Though the Great Desolation had collapsed, at the final moment, Di Hong's move had not merely preserved the bead.

He had used supreme divine power to forcibly gather the Great Desolation's shattered mountains and rivers, its broken laws, its dissipating origin, and even the last trace of True Spirit marks from countless fallen living beings, sealing them all within.

At this moment, these chaotic, broken, silent "existences" began, under the tempering of the fire of creation that Lingbao Tianzun had ignited with his own Dao Fruit as firewood, to slowly and painfully merge again, to evolve.

There was none of Pangu's mighty power in opening the heavens, none of the grandeur of the Heavenly Dao setting order.

This was a patching, a reshaping, an attempt to carefully piece together a new world from the ashes of utter destruction.

As the fire of creation burned, Lingbao Tianzun's aura plummeted rapidly.

The Primordial Dao Fruit crumbled inch by inch, turning into nourishment.

The luster of his Great